Chapter 33: “Sōsuke, it seems this guy is really traumatized.”
[[This is a translation so please don't hate me for the developments. I will try to remove shitty brainrot scenes with better ones but it is from a MTL ... so please no bashing in the comments for the plot. I am just a translator after all.]]
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Death is not the end, forgetting is.
When the "resurrected" spiritual particles were once again disintegrated, these high-ranking nobles finally remembered the fear of being dominated.
Familiar faces were erased one by one, swallowed and disintegrated by the branch-like black shadows, leaving no trace behind.
The crowd's expressions turned from anger to fear, their curses turning into pleas.
Some even tried to squeeze out nonexistent tears, hoping to change the boy's mind.
But their actions only hastened their second death.
"Akira, do you hate these nobles?"
Aizen stood calmly beside him, asking, "It seems you have no personal grudge against them."
Hearing this, Akira paused slightly, sighed, and replied honestly: "It's not that I hate nobles."
"Every group has good and bad people, and nobles are no exception."
"I've seen villains who take pleasure in killing in the Sakahone District, and I've seen compassionate nobles."
"I just simply dislike people with despicable characters."
As he spoke, Akira's hands did not slow down, manipulating the branch-like black shadows to slowly disintegrate the spiritual particles of the dead.
Unlike their first death. Akira thought that letting these lowly people die just once was too lenient.
Therefore, he chose to sacrifice them all to the One-Eyed God, Mimihagi. To completely strip them of the right to reincarnation, plunging them into eternal death and darkness!
As for the Azashiro family members holding a meeting nearby, there was no need to manage them.
Once the power summoned by the ritual dissipated, they would disappear as well.
Gathering the spiritual particles of the dead to make them reappear in the world was not true resurrection.
Watching Akira's arrogant and domineering behavior, Aizen's gaze softened slightly, his tense expression relaxing a bit.
Although usually carefree, at his core, this guy didn't seem to be too malicious.
Perhaps only this way could he live with the greatest happiness.
In the dark cell, mottled bloodstains dotted the black walls, and the stone-paved floor was mixed with a few pieces of dried flesh.
Since the nobles sitting on the high platform were brutally killed, this execution ground had been abandoned by the decision of the Central 46.
For decades, no one had come here. But now, two white figures appeared in the cell.
The first, a pristine captain's haori.
The second, a somewhat disheveled prison uniform.
But their attitudes were in stark contrast to their attire.
Shōya, wearing the white captain's haori, nervously looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, wanting to speak but unable to, his palms sweaty.
Back then, when he faced the previous Kenpachi, Kuruyashiki, he wasn't this nervous.
"Is it you, Shōya?"
The girl's eyes flashed with confusion, seemingly not understanding her current state or the inexplicable familiarity of the man before her.
She walked up to the man without hesitation, her thin, scarred hands gripping his large hand.
The next moment. The girl smiled, the familiar gentleness appearing on her thin face, like a bright light dispelling all the darkness in the cell.
"It really is you, Shōya."
"Although your hands have grown much larger and have more calluses, you really fulfilled your promise to your sister."
Shōya looked at the girl's face, wanting to say something, but his throat seemed blocked, unable to speak a word.
"It seems many years have passed."
The girl's right hand gently caressed Shōya's face, "You've carried so much all these years, you must be very tired."
"I shouldn't have said those words back then."
"The departed will eventually be gone, holding on will only bring pain."
"Whether it's glory or hope."
"But since you're still alive, it means those people really kept their promise. I'm really happy to see you again…"
... Who knows how much time passed.
When Shōya finally spoke his first hoarse words, he opened up, pouring out his experiences over the years to the girl in front of him.
Until the girl's figure began to ripple again.
Seeing this, both their expressions froze, and the cell fell into dead silence.
After a moment of silence, the girl smiled and said: "It seems time is up."
"It's a pity, I haven't heard your stories after becoming a captain."
Her thin body began to glow, fragments like snowflakes drifting away, turning into countless spiritual particles, gradually disappearing before his eyes.
"Don't be sad, Shōya."
"Seeing you grown up, I have no regrets."
The girl smiled gently, "Let's make a promise this time too."
"Shōya, live well…"
As her words fell, the glow intensified, and her blurry figure shattered, disintegrating before Shōya.
At that moment, he could no longer suppress his emotions, erupting like a volcano.
Like a beast's wail, his extreme pain echoed in the cell, tearing his heart into pieces.
In the execution ground, Akira's expression was slightly dazed, looking in the direction of the sound in astonishment.
"Sōsuke, it seems this guy is really traumatized."
"Are we being too harsh?"
Hearing this, Aizen sighed, feeling a bit helpless, "Please change 'we' to 'I', the plan was yours, and you executed it."
"You didn't listen to any of my suggestions."
Sometimes, this guy was as stubborn as a mule, impossible to pull back.
"Okay, Sōsuke."
As Akira spoke, his hands continued to move smoothly without any hesitation.
"What you did was indeed a bit too much."
"Just this once, no more next time." Aizen fell silent. "In the name of the Kisaragi Akira, I offer this ritual to the One-Eyed God, Mimihagi…"
Akira's expression turned slightly serious, chanting the ritual incantation softly, the tangible spiritual pressure flowing before the offering table, outlining Mimihagi's indifferent single eye.
"Sacrifice the dead, release the power hidden in the Sakahone District."
The black shadow condensed into a right hand with an eye in its palm, countless lights gathering in the palm.
In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept through!
Akira's face turned red, struggling to control the shadow, trying to pour it into the bell on the offering table.
"Sōsuke…"
The immense spiritual pressure crashed down like a landslide, flooding the execution ground.
The shadow was condensed by this terrifying spiritual pressure, completing the final step, all merging into the bell.
The black single eye slowly appeared on the bell's surface.
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[[This is a translation so please don't hate me for the developments. I will try to remove shitty brainrot scenes with better ones but it is from a MTL ... so please no bashing in the comments for the plot. I am just a translator after all.]]